This morning I woke up at utter peace with the world.

I had spent who knows how long dreaming I had qualified as a Corrector. See, in my dream world, Correctors had a little button they wore on a chain around their neck, and anytime they overheard someone saying something stupid, they could push the button, and that person would experience a momentary sense of irrational fear. Or you could chose electric shock to the genitalia.

As a corrector, you could also use a sap. Because of the danger of accidents, you couldn’t use it on people driving, but you could pull them over and “correct” them.

You became a “Corrector” by passing a test given by William F Buckley.

I have never been so happy in my life.

And then I woke up.

Sonofabitch.